Lyrics:
in attire of designer clothes
Dayton wires on the Chevy, why are you not tryna roll?
Don't you know they already fuck me, I'm a made man
Maids in
treat that like a queen
Clean when I meet that
And I freak that, trick her outta jeans
Beat her from the back
Then I tease me, better please me
Like you
I can't believe you're gone
Why'd you leave
Sometimes it hurts so bad
He's the kind of guy
That runs the streets
But he treats me good
And he
sippin' on Act' so bitch I can't focus
I cut 'em off fast
I go get the bag, then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I'm
die for this
Looking bad, oh, you mad 'cause I'm confident?
Tell that bitch she can swallow my cockiness
Steady on top (steady on top)
Better
got these different versions, (and you won't ever do me bad),
That's why I got, keep it rollin, (ain't ever goin' back),
Different versions
You got me feeling emotions
Ayy, higher
Ah
You got me fe-
Emotions
Don't link me
Don't hit me when you hear this and tell me your favorite
to get you, to spend the whole night with me
(But I'm a good girl) Uhh, that's why I like her
Couldn't treat her like a hoodrat, didn't bite her
Turn
?)
Yeah bitch you so big
You walked into Big Panties and stepped on Jenny Craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock,
me a chance?
Treat me dirty
You treat me mean
I know you've done me clean
Why won't you come back home and
Love me again?
Come back home, why
Gerigh Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya Listen,(sluurrpp!) Ya hear that, slut? That was me,pulling this dick out ya butt I'm a juggalo
My pilot light has flickered out
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach
Is no longer here
I'm not really tall, dark
you can tell that the boy finna eat 'cause I took my seat first
3 course meal, full entrée, refills and I want my dessert
So why not make a toast?
Wobbledy wobble, wo-wo-wobble, wobbin'
Ass so fat, all these bitches' pussies is throbbin'
Bad bitches, I'm your leader, Phantom by the meter
Somebody
you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin'?
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spend-spend even ten
Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
You been a waitin' and a waitin' as I can see
So treat me like the pope and bow
love you so much, oh
You curse my name
In spite, to put me to shame
Hang my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I still
Cause you fear it
Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gerigh
I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!!
Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya
behind and chose C-M-B
It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough
And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely
Watch over
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me (yes she did)
I say to have a choice to be who you wants
Yeah, yeah
You know how me and 'Ye do, huh, yeah
Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does
I'm a pimp, under pressure but it's necessary
Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary
Never treat her secondary sweet as February
I can turn
Yeah, yeah
You know how me and 'Ye do, huh, yeah
Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does
her like this
So why do you?
I wouldn't treat her like this.
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